Percy Bysshe Shelley lamented that the words of a poet are like fading embers, unable to capture the true fire of inspiration. These words of mine struggle to capture the uncapturable moments of life so that I may look upon their fading glow and remember the true fire.
Love you, Aidan. I am sure you had a great day celebrating you. You are a sweetheart. Seven...what a great age to be. I think it is so cool that your teacher was my student!
Posted by: Michelle Hopkins | February 04, 2012 at 08:13 AM